Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 546 Thomas Sindora's Opportunity

It was late at night, and the streetlights seemed to be flickering.

The once crowded streets now appear somewhat deserted, and the bustling streets have all quieted down.

Meanwhile, at the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters in Chiyoda, officers remained busy, focused and attentive, as if they were about to witness something significant.

On some important floors, a number of police officers are hidden, and they are on high alert for any unusual activity.

If outsiders saw this, they would definitely be surprised.

Because this is the Metropolitan Police Department!

Earlier, Inspector Nakamori received a notice from Phantom Thief Kid that he would be taking action against the sapphire on display. Having sensed something from Phantom Thief Kid's previous infiltration, Inspector Nakamori believed that the theft of the gem was likely due to Phantom Thief Kid sneaking into the Metropolitan Police Department beforehand to steal their security plan.

Therefore, to prevent the Phantom Thief Kid from stealing information about the sapphire again, he laid a trap for the Metropolitan Police Department, determined not to let the same thing happen again.

"No abnormalities were found on the first floor."

"No abnormalities were found on the second floor."

"The third floor."

Every ten minutes, officers on each floor would report the current situation via radio.

Inside the monitoring room, more than a dozen police officers were working overtime to monitor all the surveillance cameras.

"Inspector, is Phantom Thief Kid really coming?"

Inspector Nakamori shook his head. He didn't know if the other party would come, but the necessary arrangements couldn't be omitted.

Tomorrow is the opening day of Sapphire, and they've been working day and night to develop a plan. Given Kaito Kid's track record, there's a high chance he'll show up.

"No matter what, it's always good to stay vigilant, and the Metropolitan Police Department is our headquarters. We absolutely cannot let him run rampant here!"

Inspector Nakamori slammed his fist on the table, then composed himself and continued explaining the response plan.

There were also more than a dozen high-ranking police officers in the room. Before entering the conference room, they had all been confronted by Inspector Nakamori, who assured them that it was definitely not Kaito Kid.

Meanwhile, in the detention room of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Thomas Sindora, dressed in a yellow prison uniform and with her hands shackled, lay quietly curled up on the bed in the cramped cell, her head bowed, whether lost in thought or asleep, it was unclear.

Overnight, he lost everything, and Sindora Corporation's assets were seized by various countries. According to his lawyer, many shareholders couldn't bear the shock and committed suicide by jumping off buildings.

He actually had the same idea, but he was still unwilling to give up. Fortunately, he still had a chance.

Today marks three days since I was brought to the Metropolitan Police Department. My chance should be coming soon, right?

He was supposed to be taken away by the IRS the next day, but it seems that because the evidence of his crimes is no less than that of tax evasion, the parties are coordinating his whereabouts.

Of course, there were other reasons behind it. Thomas Sindora knew something about it; someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes, and that person was his opportunity.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the silent, dark room.

The footsteps were very steady, approaching from afar, and finally stopping at the door of his cell.

The cell door had only one window that could be opened from the outside, so even if he looked up, he couldn't see who was outside.

All he knew was that the other party had indeed stopped at the door of his cell.

Who would come looking for me at this time?

Ha ha.

Thomas Sindora probably had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't feel much joy.

If he is taken away by various countries, he will be sent to prison; if he is taken away by others, he will only be sent to a slightly more spacious prison.

But there are better options. Who would want to stay in this cold cell, lying on this hard bed?

The sound of a lock being opened came from the iron gate, which was quickly pushed open with a creak. Thomas Sindora raised her head slightly and saw a pair of shiny leather shoes.

"Thomas Sindora, the lawyer should have already spoken to you, right?"

"I told you."

The lawyer who came to see him earlier was not a lawyer from the Sindora Corporation. The moment Thomas Sindora saw the other party, he knew that the other party was from the brewery.

And the other party did indeed say that someone would come to rescue him, which must be the person in front of him.

The man before me had a well-defined face with bright eyes and a simple buzz cut. The suit he wore accentuated his righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor, and the cherry blossom badge on his chest was quite ornate.

The righteous and awe-inspiring policeman turned out to be a member of a distillery.

What an irony.

I'd heard long ago that the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was incredibly incompetent, with a terrible ability to solve cases, and that they needed detectives to crack them.

Now it seems that it is indeed the case.

The distillery even had spies planted inside.
He recognized the man's face; the officers seemed to have called him Inspector Da Qi.

The fact that the undercover agent was a police inspector speaks volumes about the incompetence of the Metropolitan Police Department.

“I can take you away right now. The surveillance here has been hacked by the organization’s software, so they can’t see what’s happening here.”

I've created a passageway inside the ventilation duct leading to the elevator shaft. You can go directly through the elevator shaft to the underground parking lot, where someone will meet you.

Inspector Daqi walked up to Thomas Sindora, took out a syringe, and forcefully injected it into his neck. The reddish-brown liquid immediately entered Thomas Sindora's body.

As he unlocked Thomas Sindora's handcuffs, he said, "I just injected you with a positioning fluid. Don't try anything funny. Just behave yourself. Joining our organization is better than spending your whole life in prison. Gin won't treat you badly, you should know that, right?"

The Daqi Police Department is none other than Kitano Yuhito.

With this identity, he had been working in the Metropolitan Police Department for several days without any sign of being discovered.

As for the original Daqi Police Department?
Of course he's dead.

Kitano Yuuji's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Remember, you only have one chance, or you know the consequences."

Thomas Sindora was not Jack the Ripper, after all. Although she possessed the genes of evil, she was not as ruthless and vicious as Jack the Ripper. Under the pressure of Kitano Yuujin, her heart beat faster involuntarily.

"I I know."

Thomas Sindora nodded and was then led into the hallway.

At this time, the prisoners were all asleep, and the prison guards had all been drugged and rendered unconscious by Kitano Yujin. The corridor was extremely quiet, and every step could be heard echoing. Thomas Sindora had about twenty minutes to escape.

This time is enough.

"The situation is unusual today, so be extra careful and don't make any noise."

Kitano Yuji opened the ventilation duct at the top of the corridor and sent Thomas Sindora inside. He then stuffed a note into her hand: "This is the route. Hurry up, you must be in the underground parking lot within twenty minutes."

After saying that, Kitano Yujin turned and left.

"This operation was relatively simple. The boss can see my value now, right? I should be able to get my codename now."

Kitano Yuujin felt that the reason the boss hadn't decided on his codename yet was because he still doubted his abilities. Bringing Thomas Sindora back now would definitely give the boss a good impression.

Kitano Yuujin couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Kusuda Rikudo's jealous expression when he saw him.

Perhaps the other party is no less capable than him, or even better at coordinating, but he was just lucky. Sometimes luck is more advantageous than ability.

"Beep beep-"

The piercing sirens were deafening, and the prison guard, who was supposed to be unconscious for another twenty minutes, was awakened by the noise.

(End of this chapter)